A mature wife and our new entertainment

My wife Megan and I celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary quietly, as always. We were already living comfortably together in our large house. We had sex once a week, usually on weekends, always in the same position, always with the same ending. Megan would come first, and I would come a few minutes later. Then we would lie there hugging each other silently. We both felt something was missing, but we didn’t say anything.

Then we got drunk and really relaxed. We were having a great time, and it was easy for us. We laughed and remembered different moments in our lives. And then my wife suddenly asked if I remembered how, in our youth, we used to fantasize about other people having sex or about watching others do it.

I froze then. And indeed, I remembered it. It was in the first years of marriage. We would whisper dirty stories to each other before sex. And how we then fell silent bashfully when Megan gave birth. So, we reminisced about these stories and felt so good. I asked my wife if she wanted to try it. She nodded. We laughed and kissed together.

So we stood outside the first swingers’ club on the outskirts a week later. Just to have a look, we’d agreed at first. It was dim Inside smelling of expensive perfume and sex. There were half-naked bodies, quiet moans from the back rooms, laughter at the bar. We sat all evening in the spectator area holding our hands. I noticed my wife’s chest heaving under her thin dress. When we got home, we fucked like we were twenty again.

The second visit was bolder. We had already undressed in the common area allowing themselves to be touched lightly by other couples. A woman kissed Megan’s neck, and I felt my cock harden. But we went no further. At home, we had hot sex again, and my wife came twice for the first time in years.

For the third time, we decided that today we’d give it a real try. It was the same club, but this evening the crowd seemed especially hot. The music pulsated, and the air was tense. We chose a dimly lit room with a large round mattress and mirrors on the walls. Nearby, a couple was already enjoying themselves. They were a tall, black man in his forties and his white companion, a slender blonde with tattoos on her thighs.

The man’s name was Adil. And the girl was his wife, Helena. He was tall, with broad shoulders and an athletic build. And when he stood up, I couldn’t help but glance down between his legs, where he had a thick, black cock, which even flaccid, was noticeably larger than my fully erect one.

• Want to join in? – the blonde smiled running her hand over my wife’s tits.

Megan looked at me. I nodded, though my heart was pounding. At first, everything went according to plan for a swing. Adil gently kissed her lips, then her neck and collarbone. His large black palms settled on her white tits squeezing her nipples. She moaned. I sat down in the chair opposite, my cock already hard. Helena knelt before me, wrapped her lips around my cock, and began sucking slowly.

But I barely felt her mouth. My gaze was fixed on my wife. Then Helena sucked her husband’s cock. Adil had already laid my wife on her back. Then he spread her legs with his powerful hips. His enormous black cock, now fully erect, glistened with Helena’s saliva. I saw my wife looking up at him, her eyes huge, her pupils dilated with arousal.

• May I? – Adil asked looking at me.
• Yes. – I breathed.

And he slowly entered. My wife arched and moaned loudly. I watched her pussy stretch around his thick, black shaft. It slowly sank into my wife. By the time it was halfway in, Megan was already shaking all over.

• Oh my god, it’s so big! – she whispered looking me straight in the eyes.

Helena continued sucking my cock, but I barely noticed. I watched as Adil began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet, slurping sound. Adil’s balls slapped hard against Megan’s ass. Her tits bounced in time, her nipples hard. She was already moaning loudly.

I had never seen my wife like this. Her face was contorted with pure, animalistic pleasure. She wrapped her legs around Adil’s waist digging her heels into his back, and pulled him deeper.

He growled accelerating. His black cock glistened with her juices entering almost completely. Helena rose and sat on my lap trying to ride my cock. But I gently pushed her away. I said I just wanted to watch. She raised an eyebrow in surprise, but smiled and sat down next to me starting to finger herself.

Then I grabbed my cock with my hand and began to slowly jerk it off never taking my eyes off my wife. Adil flipped Megan over onto all fours. Now I could see everything in detail: how her pussy gripped the thick black cock, how streams of fluid flowed down her thighs. Adil grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back, and began to fuck her hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. And my wife moaned nonstop.

Then her body shook in a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenched around his black cock, and she squirted. I saw my wife squirt for the first time. And Adil didn’t stop.He continued to fuck her for another three minutes, until he came. I saw his balls tighten, his cock pulsate inside my wife, and thick white sperm begin to leak out trickling down her thighs.

When he finally pulled out, Megan lay exhausted breathing heavily, her legs shaking. I came at the same time as Adil. On the way home, we were silent for about ten minutes. Then Megan quietly asked:

• How do you feel?
• I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I didn’t want to fuck Helena. I just wanted to watch him fuck you. Watch you scream under him. Watch your pussy stretch around his black cock.
• Me too! It felt so good. I felt so desirable. So dirty. And I loved that you were watching! – Megan blushed to her ears, but she smiled.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom. I pinned my wife against the wall in the hallway and entered her with one thrust. She was still slippery from someone else’s cum. This only aroused me more. And I fucked her quickly.

She came first again, and I came inside her right after adding my cum. Everything changed from that evening. We started going to the club every two weeks. I never participated anymore. I sat in a chair, jerked off, and watched as different men, especially black men, fucked my wife. Megan blossomed. She started wearing revealing dresses without underwear, learned to give deep throat, and asked to be fucked in two holes at once.

One day, after a particularly hot night when three men took turns cumming inside my wife, I hugged her in the car and said:

• I love you. And I love watching others fuck you. Especially when they’re bigger than me. When you scream like you never screamed with me.
• And I love being your whore. Your beloved, dirty wife. – my wife replied.

We were both fifty years old. But we felt alive for the first time in thirty years of marriage.